EJ Orschel #253549
Winterfell @ Creekside
Wielding the power of Storm Thrones (#2), EJ demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +85 points above their rating in this epic clash.
Godswood Counsel
As frost clings to the pines of Creekside Park, the Warden's Trial has begun, testing the mettle of those who would defend the North. Skyler Kunz and his Stormborn Phoenix have risen to meet each magical challenge, the disc's storm-born energy surging through Skyler's veins as they navigate the shifting course. Under the watchful eye of Tormund 'Creek Walker' Giantsbane, Skyler's final throw has blazed a path to triumph, proving his worth to the Warden and marking him as a potential champion in the trials to come. Yet even as the players celebrate, whispers on the wind hint at shadows gathering and challenges beyond imagining - a promise and a warning that winter is coming, and with it, a test of all that the North holds dear.
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Whispers of the Godswood
Frost-touched pines creak in the wind as Tormund 'Creek Walker' Giantsbane leads the league's champions into the heart of Creekside's ancient godswood. The Storm Thrones whisper on the wind, their voices carrying an urgency that sets Tormund's beard bristling.
The old gods are restless, he muses, and the Warden's trials have only just begun.
Among the players, EJ Orschel feels his Storm Throne bag tag pulse with barely contained power. The icy ironwood seems to vibrate beneath his fingers, as if yearning to join the chorus of whispers echoing through the grove.
"Stay sharp," Tormund rumbles, his breath misting in the bitter air. "The godswood is a place of power, and the old gods do not offer their wisdom lightly."
As if in response, the wind gusts, sending a flurry of blood-red leaves swirling around the players. Skyler Kunz shivers, pulling his cloak tighter as the Stormborn Phoenix stirs restlessly in his bag.
At the center of the grove, an ancient heart tree looms, its bone-white bark stark against the shadows. Tormund steps forward, laying a weathered hand on the trunk. For a moment, the whispers intensify, rising to a keening wail that sets the players' teeth on edge.
Then, as suddenly as it began, the wind drops, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake. Tormund turns, his eyes glinting with a knowledge as old as the stones beneath their feet.
"The old gods have spoken," he says, his voice low and urgent. "Winter is coming, and with it, a darkness that threatens to swallow the North whole."
EJ steps forward, his Storm Throne pulsing in time with his heartbeat. "What must we do?"
Tormund regards him, a fierce pride burning in his gaze. "Prove yourselves worthy champions, as the Warden has demanded. Master the challenges of ice and stone, of wind and shadow. Only then will the North be ready to face what lies ahead."
With that, he gestures to the baskets that have appeared around the heart tree, each one guarded by a sentinel of gnarled root and twisted branch. "Let the Godswood Counsel begin."
As the players ready their discs, EJ can feel the Storm Throne's power surging through his veins, tempering his fear with a resolve as cold and unyielding as the ironwood itself. He meets Skyler's gaze, seeing the same determination reflected in the other champion's eyes.
Together, they step forward, ready to brave whatever trials the old gods see fit to set before them. For in this place, at this moment, they are more than just players - they are the guardians of the North, and they will not fail.
The wind rises, carrying with it the scent of snow and the promise of challenges to come. But for now, there is only the heart tree, the sentinel baskets, and the knowledge that the fate of the North rests in their hands.
Let the games begin, Tormund thinks, watching as the first discs fly, and may the old gods guide us all.
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